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Will Turner (pirateblood) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-20 19:11:00

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billie jenkins, will turner

Who: Will Turner and Billie Jenkins
What: Arrival in Lawrence. Unconscious.
When: Late evening, April 20th
Where: Random sidewalk
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

It had been months since Will Turner had stepped foot in the Caribbean port he had called home since he was a boy of only twelve. In that time he had seen more of the world than most would see within their entire life, had seen things that many denied the existence of. Cursed men, both skeletal and sea monster, ghost ships, the kraken. And now Will was picking his way carefully through the port of Singapore.

He kept his head down, avoiding making any eye contact with those lurking around him in the shadows. Nearby he heard the rhythmical march of many pairs of boots against one of the wooden bridges that spanned an inlet and ducked into an alley, all but holding his breath as the sounds grew nearer and then passed as a company of soldiers from the East India Trading Company made their rounds, looking, searching for something they wouldn't find. Barbossa and Elizabeth, as well as the few others who had accompanied them, had made themselves scarce until they were ready to proceed.

Ready to proceed. A small lump formed in Will's throat as he thought over once again what he was about to do. Barbossa's well laid plan would have gotten them safely back out to sea with ship and crew, and the charts, but it didn't get Will what he needed. If the blacksmith (no, not anymore, not by the standards of the EITC. He was a pirate now) was to accomplish what he had promised to do, for once in his life, he would have to be selfish. And if there wasn't enough strain on his relationship with Elizabeth, something else to be keeping from her. Before he could tumble back into the dark thoughts over just what it was she kept from him, what the intentions of her kiss to Jack had been, he forced himself forward to focus on the task. Staying to the shadows, he picked his way throughout the port towards the temple, where the charts he had been tasked to steal were.

Will made it past the front doors, creeping through the near darkness, aided by a few candles. His heart was thundering loudly in his ears as he listened for the guards nearby, then turned his attention towards the alter and the charts that where hidden behind it. As he moved out of the shadows, his hand brushed one of the decorative pieces and a shield clattered to the ground, destroying the quiet. The echoing sound was followed by footsteps again, five armed men appearing in the entry way. Will gauged the distance from his position to the alter. They would reach him before he reached it. Bloody brilliant.

Spinning towards the men, he initiated the fight, lunging forward as he slid loose the sword from his belt, one he had made, and had followed him on every adventure since. The downward blow of a staff was blocked and Will turned it away with his blade, swinging it towards his other hand to snag. His foot went into the man's stomach, knocking him away from the weapon and he spun, blocking another blow and turning it away. He ducked and spun with the grace of years of practice, fending off the four men in turn as they came at him. Wait, four?

One man went down under Will's blade, unable to deny the attack any other way. He spun, looking quickly for the other man who had suddenly disappeared when something hard cracked him in the temple. Stars exploded in his sight and he fell forward, the sword still clasped tightly in his hand. As he struggled to regain his footing, the heavy object came down again and then all went black.

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billiejen
2010-04-20 11:55 pm UTC (link)

There had to be something better than working in a 'magic' shop. The owner was a middle aged woman who thought she was a witch. A practitioner yes, but not a witch. Though Billie's know-how on the occult had easily landed her a job within the store, and it paid the bills. Having food, power and heat was something she and Christy needed, no matter how lame the job was. If she could get paid to fight demons, she would.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock the time crept by, slowly, ever so slowly as Billie watched the old grandfather clock on the wall of the empty store. Her head was in her hand as she leaned against the counter, and sigh of complete boredom escaping her lips. Just a few more minutes and she was free for the day. Not that the store wasn't handy, it actually did have quite a few things she could use as an actual witch. But nothing that was really keeping her entertained right now.

Her arm was starting to go numb from being held in place on the counter for so long by the time her boss came out from the back room to let her go. She hadn't even noticed, except for when she stood up and there was a slight pain in her arm. Cringing, Billi shook out her limb, and then went for her bags. "See you later, boss!" Billie called over her shoulder, before heading out of the shop, swinging her jacket on over her shoulder as she went.

She'd only gone a block or so when her path suddenly was no longer just mostly empty sidewalk, but had a man on it. A man laying on the ground, which probably meant an unconscious man. An unconscious man appearing in the street meant magic of some kind, or a seal. Closing the distance between them, Billie dropped down beside him, and her hands hovered over his body for a second, as if debating if she should move him.

Instead of touching him, she leaned over, speaking directly into his ear. "Hey!" she said quickly, one finger poking him very gently. "Wake up!" She couldn't get a good look at his face, but if he didn't respond soon she was just going to roll him over anyway, and then call Wyatt to get down here and heal him, if there actually was anything wrong with him, other than being out cold. "Rise and shine, city streets aren't a great place for nap time." Her eyes traveled down his body, and then her face became one of confusion. He was dressed...oddly. In fact, everything about him screamed odd. Which wasn't exactly anything new, but unless he was some kind of dress up freak, this could actually be a lot harder than she had anticipated.

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pirateblood
2010-04-21 12:19 am UTC (link)

The dark was blissful. No thought, no sound, just quiet. After months aboard a pirate ship where he was subjected to drunken singing through the night hours and the growing tension between him and Elizabeth, he felt selfish for wanting just a few moments. Or he did until he remembered what had happened and the situation he was in. The world started to come back to him a little at a time. The ground pressed against his cheek felt colder, harder than the floor of the temple.

Had something just jabbed him? And was that a voice? Sounds started to come back, sounds out of place for where he had just been. Will started to move and a stab of pain shot through his temple where he'd taken the hit. "Mmmm," he groaned and forced his eyes open. The voice, a woman's voice, came from his side. That was most certainly not Elizabeth.

As if he had been freed from a spell, Will's surroundings took on clarity. The more he saw, the more he realized just how strange his situation had become. He pushed up quickly onto his hands and knees and backed up, turning to look at the young woman who had been speaking to him. So...strangely dressed. He tilted his head, confusion written clearly on his face. "What?" was the first word out of his mouth, the first coherent thought. "Where am I?"